He knew he would come. He hadn't been sure, when he left the rooftops, but hearing that confirmation and then seeing the man stride up to the secluded bridge gives Zixuan a sort of smug satisfaction.

And-- to be fair, the only reason his hand is on his sword is just that it is not customary for him to carry his sword on any sort of belt or strap. Most cultivators where he comes from simply keep hold of their swords in their off hand, then draw them whenever they need to fight.

Which he hopes he will not have to do here.

"Was that your intention for following us? To speak with us?" His tone is accusatory, but still smug, as though he's figured out something that the other party doesn't know. Of course, he hasn't. He's only making snap judgements of someone based on observing their general appearance and some of their behavior for the past however many minutes since he noticed the man tailing them.